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In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit (Ghost). This the formula by which all things holy are done in Christian contexts. But what does it mean? Does anyone really know? Trinity Sunday—first after the Day of Pentecost–is intended by liturgical planners to help us understand the ancient doctrine containing all the power of our faith. But what kind of power is it? A cleric intones the words, all respond Amen, seeming to say the deed, whatever it is, is now done.

But what if the Trinity is not done, what if instead of finality it is just the beginning? What if that Blessed three-sided family is always on the move in a dance of divine proportions, touching, engaging each other and all living beings in an endless do-si-do, moving themselves and us to embrace and part over and over to create new life, new meaning, without end?

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And more, why does it have to be Father, white Father with white beard at that? If the Creator is old why is he, or she, not black—the first humans were Black in Africa, and their parent surely could be, should be it seems to me, the same. And why not mother, does not a woman give birth to all life of all sorts? Holy Mother God, an ample bosomed Parent in whose loins all are birthed and at whose breasts all are suckled! But more than a birthing, nursing machine, She sets the beat of the dance, teaches the steps, commissions her two cohorts to go forth to touch, empower, raise up, renew all life .

And they, Blessed Son and Holy Spirit, eager always to engage life, on the move, being fed and taught by Mother, bring fierce truth and energy everywhere whether invited or not, even as they know rejection and avoidance from all at least some of the time. But they do not stop, when dismissed or slain they do not truly leave or die but await a new opening to heal the breach and recreate the love of life they carried and taught the first time, indeed every time, world without end.

Blessed Son is male, with penis and all that signs maleness, going forth among us from time immemorial to teach and counsel and lead, daring to be what no man before or since has been or will be.

Could then Holy Blessed Spirit be some of both, Mother and Son, transcending, indeed expanding, preciously paltry ideas of gender? So that where She/He goes we are impregnated and birthed at the same time, to join the endless dance, the do-si-do of eternal creation, growing, when we listen to the divine beat, in spiritual strength, claiming our holy origins, unafraid to be really alive from the soul out to pulsing fingertips and toes, whirring brain energy seeking not stasis but vibration that moves all life to be in relation with Holy Mother God and all She creates and nurtures.

In the Name of the Mother, Blessed Son, and Holy Spirit, may it be so, and more, may we not miss the dance!